The clerk looked at her, and then asked quite gently,--

“You have your papers?”

“Papers? What for?”

“The papers that establish your identity. Your passport, a receipt for

rent, or any thing.”

The whole company laughed at the ignorance of this girl. She stammered

out,--

“I have no such papers, sir.”

“Then we can make no advance.”

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